War Photographer's Notebook

At the stairway on the second floor of the villa, after a brief stalemate between Wei Ran, who was wearing a night vision goggle, and the old guy holding a weapon, the latter lightly waved the revolver in his hand to signal the former to retreat.

After a moment of stalemate, Wei Ran stepped on the steps and went downstairs slowly. The old man also limped up, aiming at Wei Ran with the revolver in his hand, and followed him down the first floor.

"Lie down on the ground with your hands and feet apart."

The old man, whose legs and feet seemed to be inflexible, reached out and pulled out two binding ties from the gap under the TV while talking, and waited for Wei Ran to lie on the ground according to his request, and then cut his hands backwards tied together, and then began a search.

Soon, he found the metal tube containing the poison and the injection filled with morphine from Wei Ran's body, and took off the night vision goggles he was wearing by the way.

“A taste of the Soviet Union that is both familiar and nostalgic”

The old man muttered something in English indifferently. While speaking, he also pulled Wei Ran who was lying on the ground, and pushed him to the sofa in the living room on the first floor to sit down.

"Who are you?" The old man asked in a low trembling voice, rubbing the metal pipe that Wei Ran took out from his pocket.

"I came to you with no malice"

Wei Ran suppressed his voice slightly, and said in proficient English, "Comrade Brat Kumenyuk, how about we have a calm talk? You should know that since I can find this place, your hiding place has been lost Meaning, you'll never be safe for the rest of your life."

At the beginning, the old man had some doubts about Wei Ran's origin, but when the name Comrade Brat Kumenyuk and the accompanying titles came out of Wei Ran's mouth, he Subconsciously shivered.

After a while, the old man gently placed the syringe, the metal tube containing the poison, and even his revolver on the table between the two of them.

Until this time, Wei Ran also noticed that the revolver used by the other party had a lot of background.

It was a rare and unique OTS38 micro-acoustic revolver. It was a special combat weapon specially developed by Russia for FSS agents in 1996, and it did not enter the equipment sequence of the Russian military and police until around 2002.

In 1996, when the first Chechen war was coming to an end, the bell ringer had already defected!So where did this pistol come from? !
While he was staring at the opponent's weapon secretly, the old man sitting opposite also lowered his head, frowning and continued to look at the metal pipe recovered from Wei Ran's body.

Therefore, at this time, the first floor, which only relies on the light provided by the door light outside, fell into silence, so quiet that they could hear the snoring from the second floor.

Indeed, at this time, the old man could easily kill Wei Ran, but he didn't dare to bet at all. He didn't dare to bet that after he killed Wei Ran, the snoring upstairs would be replaced by gunshots from nowhere. Forever interrupted.

"Who sent you to kill me?" The old man finally raised his head to look at Wei Ran whose hands were tied behind his back, and asked the question he was most concerned about again.

"Who else do you think?" Wei Ran smiled and replied in hoarse English, "Don't you already have the answer?"

"You better give me an accurate and clear answer"

The old man picked up a pack of cigarettes from the middle of the table, took out one and lit it, and whispered in the smoke, "Young man, those words have no effect on me. You are still alive for the time being only because I want to I know some answers from your mouth."

"Anyway, I'm already under your control." Wei Ran said indifferently, "So why don't you take a guess?"

"Do you really think I dare not kill you?" The old man asked with narrowed eyes.

"I guess you dare not"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he simply leaned his entire back and his tied hands on the back of the sofa, and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm here to ring the death knell for you."

Before he finished speaking, the cigarette in the hand of the old man sitting across from him also dropped on the thick carpet.

"Are you from the Clock Tower?"

The old man tremblingly asked in Russian, his tone contained fear, despair, and a sense of relief that Wei Ran didn't quite understand.

"Pick up your cigarettes first"

Wei Ran sat up straight, raised his chin, and said pointedly, "If it causes a fire, I'm afraid it will affect the dreams of the people upstairs."

Hearing this, the old man trembled, leaning on the tea table between the two of them with one hand, bent over and reached for the cigarette that fell on the carpet with the other hand.

However, almost at the moment when he got the cigarette, Wei Ran stretched out his hands that should have been imprisoned by the binding tape!

What frightened the old man who had already picked up the cigarette was that Wei Ran was holding a pistol with a suppressor screwed on in his left hand at this moment!

Seeing that the old man was stiff and did not resist, Wei Ran stretched out his right hand and took the revolver on the coffee table, then got up and walked around behind the old man.

"Mr. Blatter, it's my turn to ask questions."

"What do you want to know?" Brat slowly stuffed the cigarette he picked up into his mouth and took a sip.

"Let's talk about this pistol first, where did it come from?" Wei Ran asked, shaking the silent pistol in his hand.

"In 2015, two months before I was due to retire, a Russian agent was sent to my office."

Bratt paused, "I asked from his mouth"

"No, no, no, Russian agents will not carry such distinctive weapons out of the country, even if they are stupid, they will not do so easily."

Wei Ran paused, "You still have one last chance to answer this question. If the answer is not satisfactory, I can only think about whether I should take revenge according to the age in the picture frame on the wall from young to old, or whether I should start from the upstairs. started up."

Blatter subconsciously glanced at the group photo on the wall, "If I give you a satisfactory answer, will you let them go?"

"You should know our style." Wei Ran replied ambiguously.

"It was a gift from the nutritionist." Blatter's tone was much calmer at this time.

"When did you send the gift?" Wei Ran asked in the same calm tone - even though he didn't know who the nutritionist was.

"September 2015, the day after I retired."

"Next question." Wei Ran paused, "What was your purpose for defecting to No. 33 Fishing Ground back then?"

"Rescue Prisoners 48, 55, and 59"

Bratt paused, "The nutritionist said that they are worth a lot of money and can allow us to live the lives of rich people."

"So you sent them to Grozny, and poisoned the people in the fishing ground?" Wei Ran's tone became calmer.

"They were the guards of the fishing ground at the time, and if I didn't transfer their people away, I would have no way to take the prisoners away."

Bratt explained hoarsely, "These three prisoners are different from the others. They are locked in the highest-level prison. There is no way to release them unless all the guards are transferred. After all, I am also It’s just a civilian job with no fighting power.”

"What is the purpose of poisoning?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

"Shut up, feign death."

Blatter sighed, "But I failed. The psychiatrist was not poisoned. My leg was also wounded by him with a gun. The three prisoners were also killed."

"Tell me about the nutritionist." Wei Ran changed the subject.

"he?"

Bratt paused, "He was killed by me, with the gift he gave me. If I didn't kill him, how could I fall asleep?"

"Where's the corpse?"

"It was cleaned up in the way of a fish farm"

Blatter pointed to the sea outside the window, "On the sea about five nautical miles away, his body was smashed and thrown into the sea. On that stormy night, the pieces of meat and blood attracted many sharks."

"It's time for the last link." Wei Ran paused, "If you can give the list that was leaked by you, you can save your family by committing suicide."

Hearing this, Blatter shivered subconsciously, swallowed with difficulty, and then took a big mouthful of the cigarette that was about to burn to the filter.

After stubbing out the cigarette butts in the ashtray, Blatter said without turning his head, "I only disclosed the people who were confirmed to be killed by me. I didn't dare to disclose those who were not sure."

"What are you afraid of?" Wei Ran asked flatly.

"I was afraid of revenge, but now the Avengers finally came to my door."

Blatter sighed, "I know very well that if I reveal the identity of those who are alive, I will be exposed too. For those Americans, my value has already been dug out, and they will never mind using me. life as bait."

"How's Adrian Senna's life in America?"

Wei Ran casually revealed the new identity of the other party, "Or, how is your job as an Eastern European intelligence analyst?"

"Better than I thought, and worse than I thought."

Blatter, the bell ringer, sank completely on the sofa, "No one will reuse traitors, let alone give them full trust. For those Americans, one thing that was easy to use at the beginning, but it is getting worse and worse. It’s just a tool that is less valued. But anyway, I live the life I want.”

"Do you regret it?" Wei Ran asked a question that should not have been asked at this time.

"regret?"

Blatter showed a sneering smile, "Everyone has no choice, who wants to keep guarding that fishing ground? Everyone wants to leave. If not, do you think they would willingly go to Grozny?"

"Tell me about that fishing ground?" Wei Ran took a small step back while speaking.

"What do you want to know?" Blatter asked without looking back.

"The reason why fish farms exist"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already put away the pistol with the suppressor twisted under the cover of his clothes, and then took out the gravity knife from the metal book, using the sharp tip of the knife as a screwdriver, with two layers of rubber gloves, it was easy He unscrewed the screw that fixed the patch on the grip of the silent revolver in his hand.

With the dim light outside the window, he could clearly see that a 128G memory card the size of a fingernail was fixed in the gap between the grip of the pistol with insulating paper tape.

"Looks like your boss didn't tell you much"

Blatter sat on the sofa with his back to Wei Ran, and said in a calm tone, "It all started with the death of Brezhnev. That stupid medal display rack left too many corruption issues, and even the KGB Corroded inside.

After Comrade Andropov took office, in order to solve the corruption problem, outside the KGB system, he secretly established the No. 33 special fishery, temporarily bypassing the KGB system to deal with corrupt officials.

Those secret operations not only allowed No. 33 Fishing Ground to grow rapidly, but also allowed Andropov to quickly take control of power.

After he gained a firm foothold, Fishing Ground No. 33 temporarily took over the handling of foreign espionage issues during the period of KGB's internal self-cleaning, and even once undertook the work of training KGB.It can be said that Fishing Ground No. 33 was the sharpest sickle during Andropov's brief era in power. "

"And after him?"

While Wei Ran questioned absently, he also stuffed the memory card into the rubber glove he was still wearing, and then slowly reinstalled the pistol grip patch.

"After him, Fishing Ground No. 33 has become a tool for good people, but he is also a short-lived ghost."

Blatter sighed, "When Gorbachev came to power, No. 33 Fishing Ground really became a special fishing ground in the literal sense. Those salmon that used to eat the minced meat of traitors and spies were also killed once. Served on the table of those ridiculous leaders again and again.

But those fat-headed and big-eared leaders didn't even know the existence of the death knell.They never imagined that the staff of those fishing grounds were a killer weapon, a violent organization that could even be used to try the KGB!
We have been truly forgotten, forgotten before the collapse of the Soviet Union, and with us, all the spies and Soviet traitors involved in Fishing Ground 33. "

"Why didn't Gorbachev know about your existence?" Wei Ran asked with a frown.

"Because the top person in charge of the fishery at that time did not recognize that idiot Gorbachev"

Bratt paused, then continued almost raving, "Follow Comrade Andropov's No. 33 order at the beginning of the establishment of Fishing Ground No. [-].

Deathstroke is never loyal to any individual, she is only loyal to the Soviet Union, and she even has the right to choose to reject the leadership of the supreme leader and go into hibernation through internal voting.

It's just that none of us expected that after six long and boring years, the Soviet Union would disappear.

During the toughest of times, we even had to sell salmon from the fishery to keep us afloat and keep the system going.

That kind of life continued for four full years. Some people chose to leave without saying goodbye, and some people with firm beliefs chose to stay, even though the new Russian Federation didn't know our existence at all.

Then one day, the nutritionist said, a prisoner wanted to help him contact his upline, and he was willing to pay $10 for that, plus an additional $10 in ransom if he could be released. "

When he said this, there was a gleam of brilliance on Blatter's old face, "That was the first transaction, a total of 20 US dollars, not only made up for the wages owed by everyone for several months, but also I added a lot of things to the No. 33 fishing ground, and everyone had a very happy Christmas that year."

"How many spies have you sold?" Wei Ran asked while hiding his body in the shadow of the room.

"There are only three times"

Blatter sighed, "It was the first time just now, and the second time, the nutritionist and I not only bought a villa and a car in Sochi, but also saved a sum of money, and I even sent my family to Arrived in England.

What killed them was the third time, but both me and the nutritionist failed.The only difference is that the nutritionist was not exposed, but I was. "

"So they've been looking for you and you've always known?"

"right"

Blatt took a long breath, "Before I killed the nutritionist, he kept in touch with those who survived. Thanks to his help and tip-off, I was able to survive. But later, the nutritionist became the sucker A blood-sucking parasite on my body."

"So you killed him?"

"right"

Blatt nodded, with undisguised relief in his tone, "I don't have the courage to go back to Fishing Ground 33, but I've already regretted it, and I know very well that you will find it here, the difference is only the length of time. "

"let's start"

Wei Ran said abruptly, "Push the morphine into the syringe first, and then the poison."

"I"

"I have neither the right nor the qualification to forgive you for them." Wei Ran paused, "I can't forgive you either. All I can do is promise not to do anything to your family."

"Can I use a gun?"

Brat asked with pleading, his eyes were already too dazed to see the content marked on the poison with the help of the light outside the window, but he knew that it was definitely an extremely painful process.

Seeing that Wei Ran didn't speak, Blatter sighed, picked up the plastic syringe without any mark tremblingly, and slowly pushed the morphine inside into the blood vessel on his arm.

"Poison" Wei Ran reminded indifferently.

Finally, he glanced in the direction of the second floor with nostalgia, Bratt slowly picked up the metal tube, aimed one end at the pinhole on his arm, closed his eyes and pressed the firing button at the end of the metal tube.

"despair"

After an undetectable sound, the poisonous needle pierced the loose skin instantly, and under the pressure of high pressure, 20ml of strychnine was pushed into the blood vessel.

"pat"

The metal pipe fell onto the soft carpet, Blatter, who was already over half a century old, looked beggingly at Wei Ran standing at the stairs.

"Morphine will dilate the blood vessels." Wei Ran whispered calmly, "It will make the strychnine work faster."

"Don't hurt my family," Blatter said, gripping the arm of the sofa.

"Say hello to the captain and everyone for me"

Wei Ran responded with a non-questioning question, and patiently watched the old man sitting on the sofa become more short of breath, his body began to twitch, and then he went into tonic convulsions, and even gradually developed typical opisthotonus symptoms!

Ignoring the scorching heat at the tiger's mouth in his left hand, Wei Ran gently placed the silent revolver on the table in front of the bell ringer who still had a heartbeat, and then carefully inspected him and the room. Checked it out.

After tidying up all the traces, Wei Ran squatted beside the tense body, watching quietly and coldly, the strychnine brought severe pain to the other side.

After 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, and a full 24 minutes, Blatter, the bell ringer, finally fell silent.It wasn't until this time that he put on the night vision goggles again and quietly walked up to the second floor.

Gently pushing open the bedroom door that was still making snoring noises, besides the scattered and discarded toys, he could also see a little fat man who looked less than ten years old and was lying on the bed in his underwear.

"I have four friends who planted the seeds together, who deserved my unconditional trust, who lost their fathers forever when they were younger than you.

Originally, I should have killed you, killed your parents, and killed everyone who shares the same blood with you.

You should be glad that those who have suffered misfortune still have a conscience.You should be glad you're still a kid. "

Wei Ran muttered in a low voice, both emotional and threatening, and at the same time retreating slowly, he gently closed the door.

After carefully inspecting the room on the second floor, after confirming that there was no surveillance equipment inside or outside the house, he cleaned up the traces of his previous visits, turned around and went downstairs, and left along the back door. In the night, under the cover of the shadow of the surrounding coconut trees, I returned to the car one kilometer away.

After all this back and forth, the drugged car owner was still sound asleep. Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't intend to embarrass the other party, so he started the car and drove back to Colombia.

However, he didn't drive the car back to the parking lot of the gay bar. Instead, following the instructions Anfisa gave him, he drove the car into a block with two rows of colorful tents on the side of the road. Finally, it stopped at the entrance of an alley full of garbage on the side of the road.

Before getting out of the car, he glanced at the odometer. He unhurriedly opened the glove box of the passenger seat, took out a sealed bag and opened it, and then took out a receiver that was only the size of a power bank and connected it to the performance car. Not bad on the car OBD interface.

Taking off his coat to cover his hands, Wei Ran groped to take out the food box again, first took out the authenticator from inside, and put in the night vision device he brought back, the cut strap and even the used syringe .

After putting away the food box again, he connected the authenticator to the power bank-sized receiver.Without him operating at all, a red light the size of a grain of rice was constantly beating on the bottom of the receiver.

Seeing this, he immediately opened the door and got out of the car, tore off the black plastic paper pasted on the front and rear license plates, and then, using the cover of the trunk, took out the oil drum full of fuel from the metal book, and filled the fuel inside. Injected into the fuel tank.

By the time he put away the oil drum and put it on the trunk and got into the cab, the small red light on the receiver had already turned green.Looking at the odometer again, the number displayed on it is almost 350 kilometers less.

Nodding in satisfaction, Wei Ran pulled out the receiver and put it in his pocket, and took out a leather tiger for dust removal from the sealed bag that originally contained the receiver.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, and Wei Ran's pressing, the tiger sprayed out a cloud of dust, evenly sprinkled on the OBD interface that was just used.

He also put the tiger in his pocket, but he didn't even take out the key, he even turned on the reading light, and then he dodged into the dark alley by the side of the road.

Standing in the shadow of the alley, Wei Ran weighed the wine bottle he had prepared in advance, swung his arms and threw it towards the tents set up by the roadside in the distance!

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of a wine bottle breaking, flying debris also hit a randomly selected tent.

In less than five seconds, a shirtless black man with dreadlocks opened his "door" angrily.

But soon, before he could yell and curse, he noticed the luxury car not far away with the reading light on and the door open!
The black boy immediately widened his eyes, and retracted himself back into the tent as quickly as possible.

But soon, he got out of the tent again, and in his hand, there was an extra silver revolver!

Not caring about putting on shoes at all, the black boy who only wore a pair of basketball pants ran towards the Dodge Charger.

He didn't even notice that the soles of his feet covered with calluses were scratched by the shattered glass after the wine bottle was smashed and there was a trace of blood flowing out.

A little nervous, holding the revolver in his hand flat with one hand, he circled the car, and the little black guy immediately noticed the snoring car owner sleeping in the back compartment.

He looked behind him, then at the compartment, and finally at the car keys that hadn't been pulled out at all, as well as the rainbow-colored hearts and pink triangle key chains on the car keys.

The black brother who was hesitant at first got into the cab and started the car the moment he saw another tent lighted up in the distance, stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the block.

After driving not far ahead, the car pulled over again, followed by the black boy who was about to give it a try, pushed the door and got out of the car, dragged the owner out of the car and dragged him to a bench on the side of the road At the back, he took away his mobile phone, watch, leather shoes, trousers, belt and pink shirt.

Seeing the little black boy get into the driver's cab with the clothes he had snatched, Wei Ran, who was hiding in the depths of the alley, put down the binoculars he had been holding up with satisfaction, and quickly climbed over a low wall. The shadow walked towards a park in the distance.

Less than half an hour later, he climbed over the green belt from the other side of the park to the side of the road, put on a mask and baseball cap, bent down and got into a white off-road vehicle.

This off-road vehicle was not arranged by the Katenka sisters, but after he contacted Mrs. Darya, he contacted Ninel for help by email.

Originally, he didn't have any hope for that weird person, and it didn't even matter if the other person could help him - he just hoped that the other person would have some sense of participation, even if it required a little risk for him and Give each other some credit.

But it is obvious that the "courier" Ninel is obviously not simple. Not only did he meet his requirements for the model and color in such a short period of time, he even prepared an extra set of clothes for him that he didn't really need. .

"I'm responsible for sending you to your destination"

The driver said in hoarse Russian, "My boss will arrive at the hotel tomorrow morning, and at lunch, as a friend, I ran into you in the restaurant of the hotel."

"No problem, I will eat on time." Wei Ran also responded with a hoarse voice.

It was said that the off-road vehicle drove straight to the hotel where Wei Ran was staying amidst the roar of the engine, and stopped next to the entrance of the safe passage as requested by him.

At the same time as the door opened, the driver also turned on the row of dazzling lights on the roof to illuminate the camera diagonally opposite.

Under the cover of this strong light, Wei Ran also sneaked into the stairwell, and the driver he didn't know immediately turned off the lights, then closed the car door, and walked towards the security office with a luggage bag. The passage is next to the elevator.

In the safe passage, Wei Ran waited for a while, then quietly climbed all the way to the top floor, and followed the same path back to the bathroom of the room where he stayed.

Taking off the shower cap on his shoes and the rubber gloves on his hands, he took a look at the small memory card, and finally put it in the food box. This time, he carefully opened the door of the bathroom and looked at in the direction of the bathroom.

Fortunately, Sui Sui didn't come back even though it was already around three o'clock in the morning.

Seeing this, he didn't waste any more time, wiped off the camouflaged skin color on his body as quickly as possible and took a good shower, then carefully folded the sportswear and shoes and put them into the travel bag .

After everything was done, Wei Ran soaked in the bathtub naked, took out the metal book and turned to the back of the latest page.

At this time, there was indeed a blue vortex on this page, and under the slowly turning blue vortex, there was a line of sad small words: The broken death knell, there is no need to be struck again.

Sighing secretly, Wei Ran took out an OTS38 micro-sound revolver from the blue vortex.